[Lyric] That Girl (Alysia Harris)

We got that waiting in the clinic silence.

That shhh don’t tell nobody what we did silence.

And I'm so tired of being your hamper that

I’m about to dump out those week old stained ketchup secrets and do laundry in that silence.

You like keeping it quiet.

But my vagina is not your walk in closet.

You wanna stuff your unmentionables through me,

Want a place to hang up your insecurities,

Want me to keep check of your hand me downs and Prada,

Waiting for every occasion to put me back behind closed doors and lock me in the darkness.

Nobody knows you hold my hand
And nobody knows I call you baby

And nobody knows you write anonymous poems about me -- the type you can’t post on Facebook.

Because regardless of what you may think I’m worth or what you may think I deserve,

I will never be that girl,

The girl that’s only allowed to make you smile when she´s making you orgasm,

That girl whose day job is daydreaming waiting for her night job.

That girl who´s so in love she will turn her body over for your superficial touch.

You hide me behind lock doors and bed sheets because if you dare reached out

Then everybody would still know that it was still about me.

Living in your heart and in your mind

you're still wrapped up in me.

My tear ducts you own them,

My hearts strings you got them tied around your pencils and fingers.
Yeah, you may say it´s over

And you never admit that you love me

But you don’t have to 'cause your silence speaks volumes.

You wanna hold me in your arms rock me to sleep, then act like you don’t know me.

As if the moments we spent together are some kind of down payment.

As if my bedroom were layaway

And that’s all you ever do is layaway

Curl up beside me but in the morning pull up the hoodie and run the other way.

I’m like that bastard child

The reason why Daddy never stuck around in the first place

But for me rejection doesn´t come every other weekend..

It comes when you lower your head and pass by without speaking

And I remember there was a time you could barely take your eyes off me.
I just don’t understand why it's not okay for you to love me.

I guess you just want me to be that girl.

The girl everybody wants to sleep with but nobody wants to be with.

That girl

Only good enough for finding a suitable replacement.

And not trying to make up for the mistakes

But you try to convince yourself that she means everything and you want nothing to do with me

But come on baby she looks just like me!

Read the signs or at least the facial features

Cause I was your first, your only,

The prototype and she´s just a duplicate

And you can never make copies without first consulting the blueprint!

You know what they say the sequel is never better than the original.

And she tries to write you stories but you know they’re only half as good,

So half squinting you only hold her half as tight as you should.

Because your other half is tangled between my bed sheets,

And your other half is complete within my mind, soul, and body,

And your other half is french tonguing me Monday through Friday.

I’m not fighting for joint custody.

I’m fighting for RESPECT

Because I will never be content with being your back door ho.

Your something on the side,

Your something to do on during those lonely nights,

Your closet freak.

You will never reduce me to be a skank and a whore

And though I love you,

I’d rather spend every night crying alone on my bedroom floor than to ever be “that girl”!